W.I.L.D.

I pride myself on having well-behaved children. Reagan is definitely much more 'challenging' than Nicholas... she constantly pushes her limits. However, generally, they are both very sweet and good listeners.

Well... here are a few pics from the last week at my house. What happened to my 'well-behaved' children? Where did they go? Have you seen them? These kids aren't mine.

This is how I found Reagan a few days ago. Yes, that's my coffee table that she's sitting on! She is so proud of herself - ugh!


Then, on Sunday, Nicholas and Reagan were playing in Nicholas' bedroom. Reagan walked out with black marker on her left cheek. After much interrogation, Nicholas finally fessed up to it.
Nicholas - "Well, Lauren writes on her hand at school."
Me - "Lauren is 12. You're 4. You are not allowed to write on people."

Obviously, I should have clarified my response. Nicholas stormed back into his bedroom, closed the door, and this is what I found several minutes later...

There was red marker on the doors, walls, book shelf, dresser, and fish tank. Well, he kind of listened to me...he didn't write on people!

(Thank you, Mr. Clean Eraser!)

Hey - if you see my sweet, innocent kids, please send them back home. I miss them!

Thank Goodness It's Not Me

At 11:56 last night, I was awaken by a "beep.... beep..... beep". The battery needed to be changed in the smoke detector in Reagan's room - ugh! So, I woke up Mike and he trudged down to the garage to get the step ladder and replacement battery. I waited in the upstairs hallway, half-asleep, eyes squinting, feeling miserable... flashing back to last year...



Last year, at this time, Reagan was less than 2 months old. Waking up several times in the middle of the night was the routine. However, instead of being woken up by "beeps", I was woken up by "waahhhs".

I have two close friends that are both having their third child within the next couple days to weeks (God Bless, Judy and Tracy)! Thank Goodness it's not me! I can't imagine going back to the 'sleepless nights' routine again.

If I ever had a doubt about only having two kids, the beeping smoke detector last night erased that doubt!